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A Week to Remember Pt 4

The next few hours were tougher than you were expecting. After changing you into a onesie upon re-entry of the car, daddy had ordered you to have a large chunk of the choco-lax, and given you the task of finishing at least an entire jar of applesauce in the next 4 hours, with plenty of water and fiber gummies in the breaks between. That would ensure you got no punishment, but it was required for you to finish both in that time frame to get any kind of release for the next 24 hours.

Mentally stimulated, you slurped as much applesauce as you could, taking breaks to wash the acidic applesauce down with water and cleanse your pallet with the sweet fiber gummies. You felt your stomach gurgling after hour 2, but were not eating fast enough to get both done.

The 4 hour mark arrived as you were starting into the 2nd jar, which daddy gave you a quick teasing rub congratulating you for filling your belly so well. However, as you pulled into the motel lot, Daddy said you were required to keep your mess held back until he could properly capture the moment. With that he opened the door and walked in, looking back when he saw you hadn't left the car.

Meekly you left, closing the distance quickly and standing behind him, knowing your swollen diaper had kept the onesie from shutting and hiding your wet diapers. Your face was red as he got the room key with you hiding yourself from the clerk but not the guest behind you, something you didn't notice until you were walking out.

By this point your stomach was cramping, and you waddled without thought trying to hold back, daddy could tell, taking his time as he opened the door, and set up a camera. You pleaded with him to hurry as your tummy hurt, and he drilled your position in as he made you tell him what you wanted to do.

"I want to push a messy load into my diapers daddy!" You exclaimed, louder than you had initially planned. Daddy smiled as he held his camera phone up, having caught you saying that, however the realization didn't hit you as your knees buckled thanks to a huge cramp, the torrent in your guts ready to burst free.

Daddy lifted you off the floor, quickly spun you around, and bent you over, and with a commanding and comforting voice, told you to fill your diapers for him. You didn't hesitate, immediately just having to relax slightly as your body forced the expulsion into the seat of your diapers. Wave after wave it seemed came at you, your body sweating after it was all over, though you don't know how long it took.

You could feel the weight in your thick diapers clearly now, your stomach not completely clear but no longer screaming at you as aggressive. The soft mush was spread throughout, the soggy diapers and mushy load creating a sensation of movement no matter whether you did or not.

Daddy told you not to move, the video was saved, but he needed a few more photos before your reward. You relaxed, slumped over, messy diaper sticking out, humiliated unlike anything before but wanting this feeling of stinky euphoria to never end.

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Gotten a lot of requests for this continue, hope it was worth the wait. Getting the creative juices flowing, hoping to make more. Also have big plans this summer, promise to try and provide worthy content to y'all.

Story is a work of fiction. All events, people, and places involve potential problematic behaviors and depict scenes for fantasy purposes only.

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“How do you get them so obedient?” asked a tall slender woman in her late 20’s with long red hair.

“Chastity and some magic,” the headmistress answered. The red haired woman looked at her puzzled. The headmistress responded with, “allow me to show you.”

They went into a room with a crib that was decorated for a baby. In the crib was a guy dressed in a short purple gingham dress that did nothing to hide the thick diaper with baby prints. There was a pacifier clipped to his dress that laid on the crib next to him, and the pacifier in his mouth was a paci-gag strapped around his head. He was laying on his back with his hands and feet cuffed to the crib. “The restraints are so they don't hurt anyone or themselves,” the headmistress explained. A nanny came up to the sissy with a magic wand vibrater in her hand. The sissy could not contain his excitement. The nurse turned the vibrater on low and pressed it on the sissy's diapered crotch. The sissy’s diaper crinkled loudly as he moaned and moved his hips back and forth while pressing them into the magic wand. The nurse switched the power to medium, and the sissy’s moaning went higher, and he was grinding his diaper harder into the wand. The sissy spasmed as soon as the nurse switched the vibrater to high, squealing and moaning, desperately grinding his diaper onto the magic wand, his diaper crinkling even louder, until the nanny turned off the magic wand and took it away. The sissy immediately whined under their paci-gag, lashing their arms and legs as much as they could in the restraints. The sissy looked as if he was going to cry.

“Don't worry, they will calm down soon and be the most obedient little sissy baby. That was a 15-10-5. 15 seconds on low, 10 on medium, and 5 on high. The vibration against their chastity feels absolutely amazing to them. It builds them to the point of an intense orgasam, but we never allow them to achieve it, leaving them even hornier and more frustrated than before they entered here.” The sissy quit thrashing and was calming down. The nanny uncuffed the sissy's hands, and he immediately started rubbing his diaper, moving his fingers back and forth mimicking how girls masturbate. The nanny uncuffed his ankles, removed the paci-gag, and put in the paci that was clipped to his dress. The nanny got him out of the crib and on the floor. “The magic wand really works magic, now we have a much more obedient sissy, though frustrated and a little pouty right now.” The sissy crawled out of the room with his big diapered butt swinging back and forth and another sissy crawled in. This one wearing a pink skirt so short, it did nothing to hide his thick diaper and a pink crop top with the words ‘Babygirl’ on the front. The nanny put the sissy in the crib, handcuffed his arms and legs to the crib and took the pacifier he was sucking on out of his mouth, and tied the paci-gag on him. The sissy became more excited as the nanny brought out the magic wand. The nanny turned the wand on low and gently placed it up against the sissy’s diapered crotch and gently moved it up and down the front of his diaper. This time when the sissy would try to press his hips up, the nanny would pull the wand up, so that it was always lightly on the diaper. “Ah, this is the Low and Slow, it will go on for a bit longer than the 15-10-5. The wand stays on low while it is slowly and gently moved up and down. As you see the sissy will try to grind their hips to feel it more, but our nannies are very skilled at making sure to move it so it is always that gentle pressure. Despite how much torture it may seem to them, and how frustrated they get and pouty after, they absolutly love it, and will do almost anything to have some magic even though they never climax. The diapers become really useful, because although they don’t climax, a lot of them will leak from their cages, some will have their balls completely drained, but never feel an orgasm, just frustration. The Low and Slow is a good one for emptying their balls like that. The funny thing is, they never feel the cum draining out.” It had been over 2 minutes, and the sissy was still moaning and crying behind the paci-gag with tears streaming down his face. “With their balls drained, they are extremely horny, and frustrated because they are less sensitive. Whereas if we just tease them to make their balls swell up more, they are extremely horny, and frustrated because they are more sensitive. Either way they hump things just as frequently.”

The nurse turned off the magic wand, laughing saying, “ain’t that the truth,” while the sissy threw a tantrum screaming behind the paci-gag, flailing his arms and kicking his legs in the restraints, bursting into more tears.

“Magic is used as a big reward, especially for our newer sissys. Offering magic or threatening to take it away is a great way to control them. Like dangling a carrot in front of an ass, but we also use the stick as well to correct behavior.” The headmistress looked at the sobbing frustrated sissy. “This one will probably need a couple minutes to calm down. Come with me, and I will show you how we use chastity to shrink their dicks.”

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Hi there! I’m Baby Ganymede 💛

I’m a full-time little and ABDL author, and I’ve just published my first full-length book: Daddy’s Boy.

It’s a deeply personal story about love, care, and finding your forever Daddy — told through the eyes of a boy who gives up adulthood to live the life he’s always needed.

I’ll be sharing chapter previews and extras here over time, alongside little thoughts, pics, and soft things that keep me feeling small and seen.

If you’re into ABDL, full-time regression, gentle discipline, and emotionally rich kink — you’re so welcome here. 🌙🧸

Now, let’s start at the beginning…

PROLOGUE

Dylan turned forty a few weeks ago, but the milestone left him feeling empty. Deep within him, an insistent voice echoed a yearning he could neither suppress nor ignore. His birthday celebration had been a grand affair, held at one of London’s trendiest bars, filled with laughter, friends, and merriment. Yet, little did he know, this would be the last adult birthday he would ever celebrate.

On the surface, Dylan’s life appeared enviable. He had built a successful career with a prestigious company, thriving in the high-pressure world of corporate negotiations. The thrill of closing deals and navigating complex challenges was exhilarating. However, beneath this professional success lay an unfulfilled personal life. Dylan’s true desire was to find a partner, someone who could love and understand him completely. This quest was complicated by his identity as an adult baby, a core part of him since before puberty, and an aspect of himself he could never abandon.

Dylan’s journey to find companionship had been fraught with difficulties. He had ventured into relationships with men outside the ABDL community, hoping to find acceptance. However, these attempts invariably ended in heartbreak. The need to embrace his ‘little’ side was too intrinsic, too powerful to be set aside. Conversely, relationships within the ABDL community brought him closer to understanding, but often fell short of fulfilling his emotional needs. Many of his partners, whether older brothers or Daddies, treated the lifestyle as a part-time role. They lacked the deep emotional investment that Dylan craved, leaving him feeling more isolated and desperate with each failed relationship.

His adult baby desires were not his only passion. Dylan was also captivated by various kinks, with a particular obsession for rubber. He relished dressing in sleek, shiny outfits, immersing himself in the vibrant atmosphere of London’s rubber clubs. These escapades allowed him to indulge in anonymous sex, momentarily quelling his sexual urges. However, these encounters failed to satisfy his deeper need to be ‘little’ and to find a partner who would take control of every aspect of his life, providing the nurturing and structure he so deeply desired.

Dylan’s unique set of desires made his quest for a partner challenging. He longed for a man who would not only accept his adult baby lifestyle but also enforce an extreme level of control, taking responsibility for his day-to-day life. This combination of needs, intense emotional connection, strict control, and acceptance of his ABDL identity, was rare and difficult to find.

As Dylan reflected on his life, he often felt a sense of failure. Despite his successes in the corporate world, his personal life seemed to be a series of disappointments. The loneliness and isolation weighed heavily on him. Yet, even in his darkest moments, Dylan knew he couldn’t give up. His dream of finding someone who would understand and love him for who he truly was kept him going.

The search for his perfect partner continued, driven by the hope that one day, he would meet the man who could fulfil his deepest desires. Dylan longed for happiness and a sense of belonging, believing that somewhere out there, the man of his dreams was waiting. This relentless pursuit of acceptance and love was his guiding light, promising a future where he could finally live authentically and be cherished for his true self.

CHAPTER 1 - Introduction

Two weeks after his birthday, Dylan’s life had returned to its usual monotonous daily routine. The excitement of his birthday celebration had faded, leaving behind the familiar cycle of work and solitude. One night, while browsing DiaperBois.com, a message notification caught his attention. It was from a user named StrongDaddy45. Dylan was taken aback; it had been a while since he had received any messages on the site, and he had started to worry that his age might deter potential partners.

StrongDaddy45’s message read: ‘Hi baby boy, how are you? Your profile looks interesting. Let’s chat more.’

Dylan’s heart raced with excitement as he quickly typed a response: ‘Hi, your profile looks good too. Here is my number.’

Eagerly, Dylan clicked on StrongDaddy45’s profile. The description was exactly what he had been longing for: seeking a baby boy for full-time care. The profile picture showed a man in his mid-forties with a strong, manly presence and slightly greying hair, just Dylan’s type.

Within moments, his phone buzzed with a text message: ‘Hi baby, can you share your details?’

Dylan quickly replied: ‘5’7’, average build, green eyes, 6 inches uncut.’

He hesitated briefly before adding: ‘What should I call you?’

The response came swiftly: ‘Great, thanks baby. My name is Michael, but please never call me that, okay? Please respond with ‘yes Daddy’.’

Dylan’s fingers trembled slightly as he typed: ‘Yes, Daddy.’

Almost immediately, another message popped up: ‘Good boy. Here is what I am looking for: someone I can fully own who will be my little boy. There will be very little control from your side, and once committed, there’s no turning back. Are you interested?’

Dylan’s heart pounded. Despite the brevity of their exchange, he felt a strong connection and the thrill of something new and promising. Trying to temper his excitement, he replied: ‘Yes, very interested, Daddy.’

The next hour was a whirlwind of messages. Michael and Dylan exchanged details, interests, and fantasies. Dylan found himself opening up more than he had in years, and Michael’s responses were exactly what he had been longing to hear.

Finally, Michael sent a decisive message: ‘Let’s meet tomorrow. I live just outside of London. Get the train, and I will pick you up. You can stay with me for a few days. Bring only the clothes you are wearing, and make sure you are in a nappy. Your underwear is not welcome in my home. I will send you a list of other items to bring tomorrow.’

Dylan’s pulse quickened. He had some holiday days booked but no plans. He quickly replied: ‘Yes, Daddy, I will be there at 10 am. Any other instructions?’

Michael responded: ‘No, that’s all for now. Be a good boy and head to bed; it’s past your bedtime, and you have a big day tomorrow. Put on a thick Little Rascals nappy with a booster, make sure you have your dummy in your mouth, and drink a bottle of milk before you sleep. I will send instructions in the morning about what to bring tomorrow. Night-night, baby.’

Dylan felt a rush of excitement and obedience. He followed Michael’s instructions meticulously, putting on the nappy, inserting the dummy, and drinking a bottle of milk. As he lay in bed, the thrill of the upcoming meeting filled his mind.

Before going to sleep, Dylan decided to ensure everything was perfect for the following day. He set an alarm for 7 am, giving himself plenty of time to prepare for the journey. He then checked his phone one last time, reading through the messages from Michael again, each one making his heart race with anticipation.

He got up and carefully packed a small bag with the essentials he would need, excluding the clothes Michael had instructed him to leave behind. Dylan meticulously arranged his outfit for the next day, making sure it was comfortable for the trip yet simple, as he knew his main attire would be his nappy.

After double-checking everything, Dylan brushed his teeth and looked at himself in the mirror. The reflection staring back at him was of a man who was about to embark on a significant new chapter of his life. He smiled, feeling a sense of nervous excitement mixed with a deep longing for what tomorrow would bring.

Crawling back into bed, Dylan pulled the covers up and snuggled with his favourite stuffed animal, a small teddy bear he had since childhood. The familiar comfort of the bear and the thought of Michael’s care made him feel safe and secure.

He closed his eyes, sucking gently on his dummy, and let the day’s excitement wash over him. His thoughts drifted to the possibilities of the coming days, filled with care, structure, and the fulfilment of his deepest desires. Slowly, the rhythm of his breathing steadied, and Dylan drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the day ahead where his fantasies might finally come true.

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Up until this point it had just been subtle nuances. The slight wiff of a childlike fragrance, an underlying smell of stale urine, or his deliberate skipping of college PE class. But as Jonathons friends secretly entered his private dorm room next to the campus nurses quarters, with the intention of finding out more, the penny dropped.

Two things happened as Marcus, Robbie and Jess puzzled over the small corner bed decked out as a nappy changing table.

Firstly, and quite abruptly, an adjoining door swung open into the room catching Jess' foot limiting its opening range and effectively forming a division between the three friends and whoever was coming through the door.

Secondly, a naked body was thrust into the room and steered towards the bed.

"Come on Jonathon, let's get your nappy on and get you ready for bed. I've got your bottle warming but you can have milkies from my breast as a treat for being such a good boy in... Oh, who are you three?"

No more than a minute later Jonathon was laying on his back, legs in the air, his dummy in his mouth and his cheeks flushed crimson in embarrassment. While Robbie and Marcus had their phones out, having refused the nurses request to help out, Jess and the nurse were busy applying baby talc and taping Jonathon into the shamefully thick plastic nappy.

"Now if you're any kind of friends" the nurse began, "I'm sure Jonathon would appreciate you keeping his bedwetting problems between the five of us. After all, he's got another three years at college and his Step Mother give me strict instructions he's to be kept babied the entire time."

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The room was quiet, save for the faint rustle of the frilly dress as he shifted uncomfortably. The diaper beneath it was impossibly thick, its bulk pressing against his thighs and making every step a challenge. He reached down, his fingers patting the front of the padding, searching for some semblance of sensation. But there was nothing—just the soft, unyielding barrier of the diaper, swallowing any trace of his locked parts.

“Stupid diapers,” he muttered around the pacifier, his voice muffled and tinged with frustration. “Too thick to feel anything.”

He tugged at the hem of the dress, the fabric swishing around his legs as he paced the room. The high heels clicked against the floor, each step a reminder of how ridiculous he looked—and how utterly helpless he felt.

The pressure in his groin was unbearable, a constant ache that seemed to grow with every passing minute. He tried to focus on something else—the bow in his hair, the way the tights clung to his legs, the way the dress made him feel like a child playing dress-up—but it was no use. His thoughts kept circling back to the same thing: the thick, unyielding diaper and the parts it hid from him.

He sank onto the edge of the bed, his hands resting on the diaper as he stared at the floor. “Why does it have to be like this?” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

But there was no answer, just the quiet hum of the room and the faint crinkle of the diaper as he shifted again. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the ache, the frustration, the humiliation. But it was impossible.

Tonight, like every night, he was trapped—not just by the diaper, but by the role he’d been forced to play. And all he could do was sit there, patting the thick padding, and wonder if he’d ever feel anything again.